I'm just going straight to the reviews.
Sage: I hate too much pink too! It just get's on my nerves. I usually wear purple, or blue, or black, or- Yeah...
Jmancman: Everybody shall battle. Probably...
WrittenWithPencils: Oh my gosh, I almost forgot about Effie!
mystery8icarus: Wow, I'm writing Torren, and I hate him.
Duskzilla: Well your in trouble, I'd help but I have to write the chapter... Ooh, ooh, but can I help splice 'is genes?!
OMG CATS: Mhmm.
Disclaimer: Yeah, that's right, I don't own the SSB series, yup.
Chapter 25(Poppy)
Just my tears.
I'm not sure why, but I volunteered for Dr. Mario. Now I have to treat Torren. I think I'm going to be sick, and not just from Torren, from imagining my Jeremy's(I forgot to write her bro's name) death. It brings tears to my eyes every time. I've managed to get by, but I'm not as social anymore. I'm sure I'll go back to normal eventually.
It's just so hard to let go of some one you've learned to lean on whenever you need them. I just can't. It's only been a week or so, and it's just so hard. To get my mind off of things, I have decided to try and do more things. So I guess that's why I decided to volunteer for Dr. Mario? Or was it because I really just want to be alone? I don't know anymore.
Even though I try to get out and forget, I usually bring that picture. The one of Jem, he's in front of a large missile. It's so encouraging, and I wish so terribly that it's still true, the inscription on the front, it says: You're my bombshell! And on the back it says: Have fun in school and stay out fights. If you feel sad just remember that big brother's always with you. -Jeremy
Oh how I wish he was. They dragged Torren, unconscience, here a few hours ago. He's still out. I guess the practice arena's hurt-go-away thing wasn't totally working today. Now I'm sitting by Torren little bed, even if I don't want to. Ugh, I'm so tired. My eyes start to droop, slowly, slowly, I fall asleep, picture clutched tightly in my grasp.
(Torren)
My eyes flutter open. Groaning, I sit up.
"What happened?" I ask no one. Upon looking around I see Poppy in a chair by my bed, asleep. Clutched tightly in her grasp is a picture. It's a picture of a young man in the usual american air-force uniform, he's standing in front of a large missile, with an inscription saying: You're my bombshell. This makes me laugh.
She wakes up.
(Poppy)
Laughing. I can hear laughing in a dream? Unless it's Jem's. No, he has a deeper voice. So who's is it?
My eyelids fly up. Who laughed? I look around, and see, ugh Torren.
"Oh, it's just you." I say saddly.
"What's that picture?" He asks, an amused look on his face.
"It's my brother." I say, trying to hold the tears back. Torren cocks his head.
"Are you, crying?" He asks, confused, obviously.
"Oh well, this is the last picture he gave to me before he died last week." I can't hold them back, they flow from my eyes like waterfalls.
"Last week?" His eyes widen. All I can do is nod, and I soon slump in my chair. Every memory, every noise, sound, and sight of him, I remember. I remember the happy times, and the sad times. The time he gave me my first model airplane. The time where I fell and broke my leg. I remember where he left for the airforce, and where I vowed I would grow up, just like him.
And now he's gone, and I'm at school crying in front of the boy I despise.
"Last week." I confirm, a little late.
"Oh, I didn't know." He says gently. I suppose even Torren can be sensitive.
"No one did." I choke on my words, but at least the tears have subdued, a little. Then it's just quiet, except the sound of my tears splashing on the cold tile floor.
"I'm sorry." he says.
"It wasn't your fault." I say.
"I meant about everything else. Everything I did to you, and your friends." I look up at him, completely and utterly surprised.
"I can be a real jerk." He says.
"Then why don't you, not be a jerk?" I suggest.
"Well, when you're a jerk for so long, it's hard not to be." I understand. For once, I understand Torren.
"I know what you mean."
(Mystique)
"I wanna try! I wanna try!" I yell at the top of my lungs. I've had to sit through ten other practice brawls.
"Ok, who would like to go again?" Samus asks. Everyone has already gone, except for me.
"I will." Jay raises her hand.
"Me too!" Josh raises his.
"I guess I will." A pink haired Tex says sulkily.
"A-great!" Mario exclaims, then leads us all onto the platform hanging in midair. We all start on opposite places. There's a platform above me, and one on the other side. I'm on the bottom, with Josh. Jay and Tex above us. I smile with anticipation.
"Five. Four. Three. Two. One." I run towards Josh swinging my katanas skillfully, but he dodges easily. I continue to run, stopping, bending, and throwing myself backwards before falling off. I collide with Josh, just as I planned! I roll off of him, stabbing on my way. He rolls forward. I stomp in frustration. He smirks.
I narrow my eyes, he smiles deviously. His keyblade begins to morph itself, and soon becomes nunchucks. He jumps towards me, making me jump backwards. I do a few hand springs backward, as quickly as I can, and end up near the edge opposite of Josh.
"How're you gonna attack from over there?"
"Oh you'll see!" I take one of my katana, throwing it upwards. Just like MH and CH to make the platforms insubstantial, enabling object, animate or not, to go straight through. a grunt is heard from whoever was up there, I assume Tex, as my katana hits him. Hearing the whistling noise of my katana, I take a step to the side at just the right time.
The katana flies past me, and towards Josh. All of this happens in moments. Josh get's hit, and knocked back slightly. My katana races back towards me, and I catch it easily.. Tex jumps down from his previous perch. He narrows his eyes at me, before getting knocked over the head by a sneaky Jay. Rubbing his head, he turns swiftly, stabbing his spear at her. Unfortunately for him, Jay moved with him, and knocks him against the head again.
I chuckle, before diving between both of there legs. I get up on the other side of them, facing Josh. I smile a greeting, he scowls in return. He steps closer, swinging his nunchucks. I lift ojne of my katanas, catching the swinging nunchuck on it. I twist my katana around, bringing the nunchuck with it, and stab with the other katana.
The nunchuck, and katana, fly from my grasp. Now I have only one katana, and Josh has nothing. A sharp pain, that quickly disappears, hits my back with full force. I turn to see Tex, and his spear. I knee his stomach, then fall backwards, catching myself and flipping over. Now a yard or so away from Tex, but much closer to Josh.
Wow, I'm in tight.
(Jay)
Tex has abandoned me. Well, stopped fighting me to fight Myst. This makes me angry. It makes me feel like he thinks I'm not a threat. I am most certainly a threat. As he stabs Myst in the back, I jump to the platform above. Once Myst get's far enough away, I jump onto Tex's shoulders.
"Hiya!" I yell in his ear. I take the hilt of my blade, and hit his head with it. An 'ouch' escapes his mouth. He falls backward, me with him. Just before I hit the ground, I thrust him under me. I land on top of him. I face his knees, he faces my feet. He is much taller then me, a full head at least! Using his knees as support, and lift myself up.
He get's up too. Before he can recover though, I ram my shoulder into his stomach. A gagging noise is heard before he falls from the edge. I'm panting slightly, and I hear the footsteps of someone running towards me. I turn in time to see a... Nunchuck? Next thing I know, I'm falling. My body turns turqiouse, and starts to fade.
I look sort of like a holographic image, but everything goes black. I'mm not unconscience, just teleporting. It's an odd sensation, a mix between tingling, and grogginess. When I reappear, I'm in the infirmary on a circluar platform raised a few inches off the ground. The thing about the brawl arenas, practice arenas, and sparring circles is; even though you don't get cut up or anything, you still get bruised.
(Josh)
Now I'm stuck with Mystique. Neither of us have moved yet. We both wait for the perfext opportunity. To break the silence, and the bordom, I rush her. She side-steps before lashing out with her katana. She still only has one, and me none. I don't dodge in time, and it hits me in the gut. My breath is knocked out of me, but I quickly regain.
Getting up, and diving to tackle her. I get her, and hear an 'oof'. I grin in satisfaction. Getting off of her, but lifting her up at the same time. I'm a bit taller then her, so her feet dangle. A small strangled noise comes from her throat. I smile a condescening smile and toss her off the side.
(Mystique)
I grab the ridge on the edge, just in time too! Josh thinks he won, but he hasn't! I stealthily lift myself up. his back is turned, good. I take a deep breath before sprinting towards him. He turns, keyblade in hand -he somehow managed to retrieve it-. I bring my katana down in a slice, and he tries to block it. Fortunately, his block doesn't work!
Unfortunately, I'm falling into the pit surrounding the arena. It seems the force of the impact caused both me, and Josh to get launched. I sigh. Hopefully Josh falls first, which would mean that I win by default, which is better then nt winning at all. Oh, well. The tingling feeling I get from teleporting comes, and I look down to see my body starting to fade away.
I guess I'll have to train harder!
Wow, close call there! I wonder who won... Oh wait, I'm writing it, so I know who won! Well long-ish chapter for you guys! Mostly because I made you wait for this chapter ALL DAY! I also didn't write anything for my other stories today.
Until next time,
~Not-Alone-Anymore